Not at all glamorous. I am covered in welts of mosquito bites that burn with hardly a square inch left. Everyone has a theory on why I get so much business from the mosquito everywhere I go, 10 bites to everyone’s zero. Probably lack of substance abuse would be one. The blood of the guys in China are sludges of cigarette smoke, and 50 proof alcohol. I recall nostalgically to the roughest trip ever…
This is going to be one beautiful biodynamic oolong farm! Mr. Lin has big plans. I told him tourism would be fantastic, he should have farm tours. ‘Tourism is good’, mused Mr. Lin. ‘Or I can raise mountain chickens’. He didn’t get why I couldn’t stop laughing.
There are three kinds of Yellow Gold: and the Black Yellow Gold will be our pick this year. At a remote little village at Lo Yan, the singular and little known varietal has been preserved since ancient times. Let’s see if we can finally get some this year.
The future biodynamic farm. Mr. Lin plans to devote 30 years to make it happen. It is an enormous mountain after all- at 948 meters elevation, perfect conditions include the best water in the province and constant winds. I plan to support these ambitious endeavors to make the cleanest tea in the country!
Taciturn, with a dry sense of humor, straighter than an arrow, and previous village doctor, Mr. Lin found himself the new Mayor of Che Shi village, home of the original Tieguanyin. He was appointed by unanimous appointment by the villagers. He will probably end up being the only official in the country not going to bribed. But, he said, he did gain an advantage. Using his status as the mayor, he…
At Lo Yan, home of Yellow Gold oolong. I should win an iPhone photo award for this?